I quit searching for meaning
Because I found it in the……
Dictionary
Ta-da
“Meaning
1: the thing one intends to convey
Especially by language (purport)
2: something meant or intended (import)
3: significant quality (aim)
4a: the logical connotation of a word or phrase
4b: the logical denotation or extension of a word or phrase”
– m-w.com
Plus, it is an endless glorious circle
Each word and meaning lead towards
More words and different meanings
Content plus context equals more content
Answering the proverbial question
If you were stuck alone on an island
(Not sure how that will happen)
You get to get to read one book
What on earth would it be
Many people say the Bible
War and Peace or the Illyad
Something lengthy anyway
Not me….
I’d want a digital dictionary
So when someone somewhere
Is making new words
I could read them to
Make up my own stories
Or make the best of my situation
“In the beginning, God created………”
Is not going to help you survive
Which would be the first word to lookup
Survive : to remain alive or in existence
Live : to maintain oneself:
Subsist : to have or acquire the necessities of life
(such as food and clothing)
Acquire : to locate and hold
Food : something that nourishes
Put dictionary down, search for food
Shelter : something that covers or affords protection
Also // We made a shelter from branches
Hmmmm, find branches or maybe a cave
I think one would be hard pressed to suggest that the Bible would be more beneficial than a dictionary to extend your life. Besides, it is a book filled with God, Gods, and God’s words.
“In the beginning, the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
I can already hear the doubt, wondering about the digital dictionary, which the battery would die before you could really survive.
Problem solved, would just need to plug it into a “current” bush.
We gravitate towards
Dangerous delusion
By accepting what
Medias feed us as
Truth and accuracy
That unveiled serve
An entirely dark agenda
Casting aspersions of
Other country’s leaders
As murderous dictators
Who shamelessly kill
Their “own” people
Along with whatever
Other country they attack
Usually instigated to
Inspire unilateral hate
Towards said leader
Why???? Because it works
So that Captain America
Can fly in and save the day
What everyone forgets is
That nearly every US president
Has been involved in the
Killing of human beings
Mostly for financial gain
Some personal, mostly for businesses
Abraham Lincoln convinced
Americans to kill Americans
Brothers against brothers
Friends against friends
Get this… for the sake of “unity”
While the industrialist profiteers
Pocketed richly off of the war
When alternative solutions were possible
Ooopsie
Very few seemed to mind
When Bush Jr. sent in his military
Under very false pretenses *
To kill Iraqis when the alleged
911 attackers were in Afghanistan
It’s kind of a convenient switcheroo
No one addresses the US president
As a murderer because the people
Think it is okay when we do it
Under the guise of democracy
Since it is for “our” side
Even though the collective
Underlyingly understood
It was for oil and control of oil
*
“The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder.”
– Vincent Bugliosi
Watch as little Donnie does nothing to stop
The Russian Ukraine war, save switching sides
So as to sell more WMD’S to a new customer
As the Orwellian narrative lies and deception
Convolute who is or was our ally and why
Quicker than you can say that Oceania
Has always been at war with Eurasia or
Was it Eastasia or vice-versa with Eurasia
I had better reread that novel before
My memory goes down the memory hole
The insurmountable hypocrisy is astonishing
Even though we participate freely w/o question
At our own collective peril
Need a leaping off point
To hook the audience
Books, radio, TV, movies
Plays, documentaries, etc,
Knowing there is not
Much difference between
A fairytale and a trucker’s tale
One begins with
Once upon a time
The other starts with
You ain’t gonna believe this shit
But as the stories go
At some point, are either
Made up entirely or
Based loosely on a truth of
Someone’s subjective perspective
However believable, it does not
Make them necessarily true
Which is the whole point of a
Good story to trigger imaginations
Where their existence resides
Consider that nothing exists permanently
Everything is an adaptation of
What it was before, based on
Molecular structures and combining
Different atoms, protons, and neutrons
In cooperation with their subatomic particles
That to my best understanding
Never actually touch each other
Does anyone really think that
“A long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away”
There was an evil empire or a rebel base?
Where everyone spoke English even though
It only appeared on this planet 1500 years ago
No, of course not, but it sets the stage
For a compelling yet universal story
The same goes for “In the beginning.”
Or at the point of the “big bang”
Are just story primers, because
Otherwise, there is no “story” to tell
Knowing everything is happening all at once
It goes on forever and has always existed
Where is the fun in that, no story, since
Everything is happening all at once
Even by just adding the word expansion
Into the void of nothingness, stars,
Planets, black holes, galaxies, light years
Is a point of demarcation to tell a story
As incorrect, improbable, and unprovable
That it might be, seeing how it is only theoretical
Contracting could also be used
Since there is no absolute proof of either
Save theories by theorists
That is all I am doing here, theorizing
From my subjective perspective of the whole
If an author writes a murder mystery
For the sake of finding whodunnit
No one (hopefully) was actually murdered
However, bipedal earthling artists are
Intrigued to test their sleuthing skills
Building stories outside of the author’s intent
Of who did what to whom and why
Was it love, money, jealousy, revenge,
There is always a justification if you
Look deep enough or make up your own
It would seem then that
The whole point of a story
Is for the experience to
Have the experience and
Alter how each moment
Plot twist or engaged
Characters reveal the story
No story could start from
A non-existent beginning
There is always an unintended
Prequel that precedes it
Later, it was filled in as a backstory as
The story is being told / read / watched
No two people experience the story
The same, as their subjective perspective
Deviates based on their own perceptions
Why the characters behave how they do
Is essentially infinitely different to
The observer or experiences had
There must be a calculable equation
As to how some alter their beliefs
Since mostly they are based on
Projections, perceptions
Suggestions and innuendoes
Long-term indoctrinations
Wishful thinking and hope
That, in the end, is currently “right”
Correct and temporarily unalterable
Satiating a fraught fragile ego
With proof, I understand, yet with
Whimsical suggestions from a
Liked or feared sources make no sense
Some touting a book made-up
By making up authors making up
A non-existent creation from
Water that was already there
As an omniscient loving being
Who on one hand by genocide
Drowned his first batch of children
Only to, on the other hand, set them up
For failure, if they don’t believe in him
To die another violent Armageddon
If nothing else, forcing me to question
My own beliefs are to decipher what
They are actually constructed of
Bullshit my parents taught me through
Brain-soiling and repetition
Shit my teachers made me recite
Grading me on memory skills
Or government and corporations
In bed together to manifest beliefs
That suit their desired outcome
(Such as mind manifesting the scarcity
Of oil as to increase its perceived value)
Even though global production exceeds
100 million barrels per day at 42 gal per barrel
While each gallon of crude oil generates
About 19 gallons of gasoline… Ooopsie
Likewise, as an alternative solution
To end, actually ending abortions
Would be to support a foster care
System of people who actually want
To make sure all humans are valued
Taken care of, guided, and loved
Instead of spending 200 billion dollars
On killing out of the womb fetuses
“For decades, America’s war-profiteering companies have pocketed billions of dollars by selling weapons that directly fuel ethnic cleansings and genocides globally. The United States is home to four of the five largest private arms companies in the world: Boeing, Lockheed Martin, Northrup Grumman, and Raytheon.
These firms, which make up most of the country’s arms sales and profits, promote warfare by capitalizing on conflict. The U.S. accounts for more than 40% of the planet’s weapons exports. $100 to $200 billion U.S. dollars are pocketed in arms sales each year, and that number is gradually increasing year over year.”
– chicagopolicyreview.org
If ceasefires were more profitable, they would occur
“Follow the money” – “Deep Throat”
“All the President’s Men”
Let us call it
A morality tit-for-tat
That if one is going
To choose consequences
That affect another’s
Bodily autonomy, then one
Ought to morally step in
To unburden themselves
From that decision by
Offering full fetal care
And financial fostering
To love, support, feed, and
Educate that fetus
Once out of the womb
If those alleged miracles are
So precious……..Prove it
In a show of support
Plus, a validation of
Ones unwavering belief
In an opportunity to
Prove what they believe
Ought to immediately
Volunteer to be
Foster parents and
Immediately adopt
The be born child*
Whilst demanding that
Seed planters be castrated
Physically so as not to further
Burden the foster care system
As long as the state is going
To rule over women’s bodies
Fairness dictates the same for men
* The best argument I recently read
Was that if the state would not allow a
Single female under 21 to adopt a baby
Then the same said state, ought not
Force her to raise her own when in
Either case, she may not be qualified
Responsible or financially prepared
If someone could just help me
Do the math, so it all adds up
Am quite sure it will be
More valuable than E = MC²
How am I supposed
To know who I am
When at any given
Point in the day
I am contemplating
My place in the cosmos
As an infinitesimally
Insignificant tiny speck
Of ambulatory wet dust
That is able to ingest
Soft solids and liquids
Process them for energy
While converting O² into CO²
Like a well-oiled machine
To later release and expel
Different soft solids and liquids
Without intent or understanding
Utilizing hinged phalanges
Like a broken crown of a virus
Typing on a keyboard
Under a thin piece of glass
To “communicate” nothing
Into a silent echo chamber
While arguing with myself
About the non-existence
Of a theoretical big bang
Or a magic man in the sky
As eight billion other specks
Of ambulatory wet dust
Are milling about the day
Riding on a spaceship as
A much larger dust particle
Rotating around a heat and light
Self-contained spherical
Constantly exploding star
On the outer edge of a galaxy
That seen from a distance
Looks like a well lit piece of dust
Amongst an infinite number
Of other galaxies, planets
Stars, black holes, and nebula
Meanwhile
Governments around the globe
Are trying to seize or control
Land, water, resources, and inhabitants
To generate non existing
Revenue as capital to further
Their tiny insignificant
Grasp on irrelevant power
Only obtained by those
Willing to sacrifice said power
When each individual has
Divine access to all of
The infinite universal
Never ending power
I heard nothing and chaos
At the infinite speed in infinity
It was calling to me
To listen to myself
Ponder perceptions of chronology
Knowing it is a man made construct
With its latest establishment
Laid out by railroad companies in 1883
Later updated in 1918, just 107 years ago
Not to mention, years had thirteen months
Before Ceasar and his ego set the Julian calendar
Assumed to be by an executive order
Before new powers that be
Changed it to the Gregorian calendar
Until the latest emperor with no clothes
Changes it to trump time to register our
Devolutionary declination to survival
Not of the fittest, but the most loyal where
Justice takes on the quality of revenge
Equality is privilege redefined from the top down
Billionaires are the new bosses and
“Crumbs look like cake to the masses.”
“Hanging from the Cross” – John Trudell
Actually, this post started because
I was listening to “Time” by Pink Floyd
And even though I have heard it
Many times before, it caught my ears
To realize how hauntingly beautiful
The sound was coming from the radio
As learning to play the guitar has
It intrigued me to hear things differently
Deciphering between keyboard sounds
Bass, and / or lead, or rhythm guitar music
“What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?
See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes…… that fall…… gently….. like rain
I can’t wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music. “
“2112” – Rush
One thing I have learned from
Listening to time is that
It is rarely convenient
That, and as Brian Greene points out
It does follow an arrow
You will get your turn
In the infinite infinity
Of infinity-ness to be
A saint or a sinner
A billionaire or a bum
A native or an immigrant
A drug dealer or a cop
A thief or victim of theft
A prisoner or prison guard
An adventurer or a shut-in
A paraplegic or an athlete
An alcoholic or a teetotaler
A Christian, a Jew, a Muslim
A Buddhist, a Confucianist, or
Even a doubting atheist
A teacher or student
A dictator or a peasant
A leader or a follower
A chicken or an egg
A philosopher or a dunce
A parent/child, a child/parent
A child/child or a parent/parent
A rebel or a conformist
A creator or a destroyer
Experience pain or pleasure
Wealth or poverty
Anxiety or calm
Depression or excitement
Fear or confidence
Anticipation or dread
Which, not only that, since everything
Is happening all at once, in the now
You are experiencing all of those
Experiences subjectively in another
Dimension or vibrations on a string
Along with the experience you are
Having now, in this moment, so why
Would you spend a continuous thought
Bemoaning the lives of others that are
Not to your liking when it is you in disguise
So that you can understand why you are here
To experience experiences for their own sake
I do not know if the above is true
However, at least as a consideration
It might make you learn to love yourself
By accepting others in their plight and
Not be anybody, but the best you, you can be
So above all
Do not worry
A strange conformity
Not to inspire individuality
Rather keeping those
Fearful of authority
In line with expectations
That they must
Pseudo rebel, by (get this)
Conforming to group-think
With “their” perceived group
(I’m assuming “left leaning”)
By using memes & slogans
With Orwellian depictions
Telescreens barking loudly
In the background to command
OBEY. FOLLOW. CONFORM.
Well, isn’t that just dandy?
I suppose it is meant
As a “warning” not to be told
What to do or how to live
According to the “establishment”
M e a n w h i l e …… it seems that
Those intending to WARN
Find themselves in
An informal group, non-group
Of people unintentionally
Living in faux / real fear
The funniest place I saw
The word OBEY was on a
Bumper sticker on a car
On the highway, in what I call
The winter parades, where in
Inclement icy road weather
Ironically, low visibility conditions
Drivers tend to gravitate to
Long processions of vehicles
“Following” the red taillights
Of the car in front of them
Obeying their dictates w/o question
Way too close for an “escape” plan
Using the Smith System
• Aim high in steering
• Get the big picture
• Keep your eyes moving
• Leave yourself an out
• Make sure they see you
Not
• See only taillights
• Focus on illumination of red
• Stay trained on one thing
• Hope nothing goes wrong
• Fit in like no one is watching
So much, for not “Obeying”
More often than not, these are led
Unintentionally led by an 18-wheeler
Who may see farther down the road
Maybe not, but leading nonetheless
Ooopsie
In the meantime, everyone who has
Put themselves in the “parade”
Has compromised their safety
By being in lockstep with someone
They do not know and have
Absolutely no communication with
Trusting that the lead “leader”
Somehow, they know more than them
A sorta safety in numbers
So everyone in the parade can be
First in line in the pile-up of
Twisted metal, broken glass
Missing limbs and shattered lives
I make it a habit to neither
Lead or follow, but drive
Responsibly in my lane
Passing when appropriate or when
I can not evade being tailgated
I slow down without brake checking
(Hint: if you brake-check someone
Who can obviously go faster
One runs the risk of being “brake” checked)
Circumstantially making the driver go around
Dropping down from 65 mph to 45 mph
“Leading” them to safely get in a new lane
Maybe a fresh, more positive slogan would be
THINK, QUESTION, UNLEARN, or
DOUBT, INQUIRE, HYPOTHESIZE, TEST, PROVE
DISMANTLE, REASSEMBLE, STUDY, ASK
So as never to be in lockstep with someone
You have no idea where they are going
But look like they do, because of an unspoken say so
Geez, I wonder if this translates off the highway
Hmmmm, that anyone would blindly, obediently
Follow someone who ought not lead in the first place
Probably not. It must only just apply to those
Who find themselves lockstep in winter parades
In a mirror that reflects
Our collective ugliness
Filtering out what could
Be our best beauty by
Seeing the whole as one
Reflecting back the parts
That only by themselves
Need the most work
Taken over by individual
Subjective perspectives to
Shedding excess weight
Not by diet and exercise
Which would be healthier
Instead, surgical removal
A temporary quick go-to
Needing extra medical care
Later, more often, and costly
Removing things unwanted
Only because some parts
Are viewed as undesirable
Because a head said so
Who thinks that in a gilded age *
Everything ought to be golden
While opportunities could
Be taken to take advantage
See their potential beauty
Beneficial to the entirety
Since they are of the whole
Not in the first place
But always all ways
Groom those in such a way
As to bring out their
Useful and effectiveness
That the entire self could
Recognize how beautiful
It is always all as one
*
“As the United States grew into the world’s leading industrial power during the late 19th century, those atop the economic ladder in America’s Gilded Age accumulated spectacular fortunes. By 1890, the country’s 4,000 millionaires held 20 percent of the country’s wealth, and with that enormous affluence came colossal political corruption.
Corporate titans could buy anything they wanted—including politicians. Richard White, professor emeritus of history at Stanford University and author of The Republic for Which It Stands: The United States During Reconstruction and the Gilded Age, 1865-1896, says the Gilded Age was among the most corrupt eras in American history primarily because of “the rise of corporations and the growth of modern means of communication that intensified the way corruption can work.”
“This is a government of the people, by the people and for the people no longer,” former president Rutherford B. Hayes wrote in his diary in 1886. “It is a government by the corporations, of the corporations and for the corporations.”
Politicians took spectacularly handsome bribes from corporations and demanded kickbacks as the helping hand they extended often came with an open palm.
– History.com
As long as I’m sidetracked…….
“Corporate titans could buy anything they wanted—including politicians.” – History.com
“Elon Musk spent more than a quarter of a billion dollars to back President-elect Donald Trump and other Republican candidates, campaign finance records filed Thursday show.”
– CBS News
Oopsie
An “unpaid” government employee overseeing “your” money. Cutting budgets, departments, without Congressional approval. Sending in henchboys to access the treasury and your Social Security.
“The Trump administration’s use of (FOR SHOW) military aircraft for deportation flights is running a high price while at the same time moving fewer migrants than lower-priced commercial charter flights.
The cost of flying C-17 military cargo planes is high, costing roughly $28,500 per hour of flight time, according to Reuters. The flights — averaging between 10 and 13 hours — take twice as long as chartered removal flights.
The flights with 80 people can cost around $3,918.75 per person to Guatemala from El Paso, according to an analysis by the El Paso Times using flight tracking software data.
A similar contracted charter deportation flight from El Paso costs taxpayers roughly $1,168.75 per person to Guatemala. The calculation is based on only 80 people on a removal flight, which generally carry 120 to 125 migrants.
The higher cost of President Donald Trump’s military deportations per migrant has raised condemnation from lawmakers.
“It is an abuse of taxpayer resources; it is a violation of the public trust,” U.S. Rep. Veronica Escobar, D-El Paso, said. “It’s a betrayal of the taxpayer because there is a cheaper alternative.”
– El Paso Times
I guess if the head of the DOGE
Wasn’t so far up 45/47’s arse
He could cut that expense also
By taking bipedal earthling artists
Who may have escaped bad or
Dangerous and violent circumstances
To come to a place of safety and hope
Only to have the alleged leader
In a nation of mostly immigrants
Destroyer of indigenous peoples
Having the compassion-less
Wherewithal to (get this………..)
Send them back to that vile situation
Which to my best, yet vaguest understanding
Is not something that Jesus fella would do
Ooopsie
NOT SOMETHING, THAT JESUS FELLA WOULD DO
So if/when you are allegedly against
The concept of human trafficking
Be against the reverse of it, too
If not in action, because after all
You can not fight city hall
Realizing every bipedal earthling artist is a
Citizen of this world in this dense dimension
As if this wasn’t dark enough, bring a flashlight
To put it in context, using metaphorical language
Abortion is reverse human trafficking by
Sending the spirit (the ghost in the machine)
Back to the spirit realm, which may have been
Leaving a good situation to change a bad one
But was circumstantially unwanted and sent back
Nobody knows, certainly I do not, no way at all
At what point does a fetus so sacrosanct become
So unwanted after it comes out of its protective womb
To be placed (forced) into detention centers
Wink wink (camps) at Guantánamo Bay
Ought not the Christian in Christian nationalist
Be more Christ like first than nationalistic
Not rooting out all the non-white, non-Christian
Having once escaped religious persecution themselves
Do we have to go through this shit again
Sorry folks, Mars is not an option
Not now, not ever. Deal with it
This year, I was going to veer off of using
Comedian’s quotes and closing comments
However, since I have not used this one yet,
Will leave it here in its entirety.
“Here’s one more item for you, the last in our civics book: rights.
Boy, everyone in this country is always running around, yammering about their fucking rights. I have a right. You have no right. We have a right.
They don’t a have right. Folks, I hate to spoil your fun but there’s no such thing as rights, OK.
They’re imaginary. We made them up, like the Boogie Man, the Three Little Pigs, Pinocchio, Mother Goose, shit like that.
Rights are an idea. They’re just imaginary. They’re a cute idea. Cute but that’s all. Cute and fictional.
But if you think you do have rights let me ask you this, where do they come from? People say, “Well, they come from God. They’re God-given rights.”
Oh, fuck, here we go again. Here we go again. The God excuse. The last refuge of a man with no answers and no argument, “They came from God.” Anything we can’t describe must have come from God.
Personally, folks, I believe that if your rights came from God, he would have given you the right to some food every day, and he would have given you the right to a roof over your head. God would have been looking out for you.
God would have been looking out for you, you know that? He wouldn’t have been worrying about making sure you have a gun so you can get drunk on Sunday night and kill your girlfriend’s parents.
But let’s say it’s true. Let’s say God gave us these rights. Why would he give us a certain number of rights?
The Bill of Rights in this country has ten stipulations, OK? Ten rights. And apparently, God was doing sloppy work that week because we’ve had to amend the Bill of Rights an additional 17 times, so God forgot a couple of things like slavery. Just fucking slipped his mind.
But let’s say God gave us the original ten. He gave the British 13. The British Bill of Rights has 13 stipulations. The Germans have 29. The Belgians have 25. The Swedish have only 6. And some people in the world have no rights at all.
What kind of a fucking, goddamn, God-given deal is that? No rights at all? Why would God give different people in different countries different numbers of different rights? Boredom? Amusement? Bad arithmetic? Do we find out at long last after all this time that God is weak in math skills?
Doesn’t sound like divine planning to me. Sounds more like human planning. Sounds more like one group trying to control another group. In other words, business as usual in America.
Now, if you think you do have rights, one last assignment for you. Next time you’re at the computer, get on the internet. Go to Wikipedia. When you get to Wikipedia, in the search field for Wikipedia, I want you to type in Japanese Americans 1942, and you’ll find out all about your precious fucking rights, OK? All right. You know about it. You know about it. Yeah.
In 1942, there were 110,000 Japanese-American citizens in good standing, law-abiding people, who were thrown into internment camps simply because their parents were born in the wrong country. That’s all they did wrong.
They had no right to a lawyer, no right to a fair trial, no right to a jury of their peers, no right to due process of any kind. The only right they had? Right this way, into the internment camps.
Just when these American citizens needed their rights the most, their government took them away, and rights aren’t rights if someone can take them away. They’re privileges.
That’s all we’ve ever had in this country is a bill of temporary privileges. And if you read the news even badly, you know that every year, the list gets shorter and shorter and shorter.
You see how silly that is? Yeah. Sooner or later, the people in this country are going to realize the government does not give a fuck about them. The government doesn’t care about you or your children or your rights or your welfare or your safety.
It simply doesn’t give a fuck about you. It’s interested in its own power. That’s the only thing keeping it and expanding it wherever possible.
Personally, when it comes to rights, I think one of two things is true. I think either we have unlimited rights or we have no rights at all.
Personally, I lean toward unlimited rights. I feel, for instance, I have the right to do anything I please. But if I do something you don’t like, I think you have the right to kill me.
So where are you going to find a fairer fucking deal than that? So the next time some asshole says to you, “I have a right to my opinion, “you say, “Oh yeah? Well I have a right to my opinion, and my opinion is you have no right to your opinion.” Then shoot the fuck and walk away.
Thank you.
– George Carlin
“I only hope
Buyer’s remorse
Sinks in quick enough
So as to return
It’s defective product
Back to the reality TV
Hell that produced it.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 